Men dropping like slaughtered beeves: Corporal Law of the 154th Tennessee Recalls Shiloh
Corporal John Gordon Law had scarcely fired his first shot after joining his 154th Tennessee on the field at Shiloh before hearing a sickening thud as a Yankee bullet struck a captured canteen he had slung over his shoulder. He soon noticed the sensation of wetness on his hip. “As the water poured out and soaked through to my skin, I imagined that the blood was gushing from a mortal wound and, without waiting to see what damage my body had sustained, I started off to the surgeon,” he confessed in his diary.
It proved the end of the battle for the Tennessean. “After an examination by Dr. Woodward, the gratifying discovery was made that my canteen had received a mortal wound, while I had escaped with a slight flesh wound, which, however, would have proved more serious but for the protection afforded by the canteen in breaking the force of the ball. More water than blood was shed, and I am thankful for my escape with my life.” Law was placed in a wagon with other wounded men and started down the long jostling ride to Corinth, Mississippi.
Having shared a portion of Corporal Law’s Diary previously in “The Old 154th Can’t Be Whipped” which gives his experiences of the Battle of Richmond, Kentucky, it is my pleasure to present his story of surviving the battle of Shiloh. The diary was originally published as part of the Southern Historical Society papers in 1883.
Walking over a portion of the field scattered with dead and wounded men, Corporal Law exchanged his plain tin canteen for a cloth-covered Federal canteen like the one above that "some Yankee had kindly left for my accommodation. Soon after coming into possession of this valuable property, my heart was touched by a piteous cry for water. I stopped and kneeling by the side of a Federal soldier who was badly wounded, placed the canteen to his lips and expressed sympathy for him in his terrible suffering." A short time later, a bullet crashed into the canteen leading Law to mistakenly believe he had received a mortal wound. (Horse Soldier) |
Sunday, April 6, 1862.-Have been quite unwell for several days and came on to Corinth with the sick a few days since and engaged a room at the hotel. The quiet of this Sabbath morning is disturbed by the sullen boom of cannon in the direction of Tennessee river. The blood boils in my veins and moves me to shoulder arms and march to the scene of the conflict. Trusting not in Beauregard, nor in the valor of our troops, but in God, victory must perch upon our banners.
Six o'clock p.m.- Have just halted for supper and a little rest, after a walk of ten miles. The incessant roar of artillery is still heard, and from the sick and wounded who are on their way to Corinth from the battlefield I learn that the Confederates, under General Albert Sidney Johnston, attacked the Federal army under General Grant this morning, and that our troops are driving the enemy with heavy loss on both sides. We have driven them out of their encampments and have captured several batteries. This is glorious news. Will be off again in a few minutes and hope to reach the field of battle sometime tonight or early in the morning. The destiny of the Confederacy may hang upon the issue of this struggle. May God give us the victory!
Although we captured most of the enemy's
artillery and took 6,000 prisoners, the engagement was renewed yesterday
morning. The Federals were heavily reinforced by General Buell, who crossed the
river during the night with a corps of fresh troops. My musket was the only
reinforcement to the Confederate army that I am aware of. I arose early Monday morning
and pressed forward in search of my regiment. But not knowing the locality of
the different commands, I fell in with the first organized body that came in
sight, which proved to be a part of Bowen's brigade, advancing in line of
battle to the support of a battery that seemed to be hard pressed, and was
pouring a stream of fire into the enemy at short range. Recognizing my old
friend, Cad. Polk, of Columbia, Tenn., who was the Adjutant of an Arkansas
regiment, I at once fell into line with his regiment. [This would have been the
9th or 10th Arkansas regiment, both of which served in
General Bowen’s brigade at Shiloh.]
As we crossed a little ravine and ascended the
slope of the hill, the battery retired under a heavy fire of musketry through
our ranks and went into position on the opposite side of the ravine. We were
ordered to lie down while the battery opened fire over our heads. At the same
time a heavy volley of musketry was poured into our line by the enemy, who were
plainly visible a few hundred yards in our front. The boys in gray then rose to
their feet and delivered their fire with such deadly effect that the advance of
the enemy was checked, the blue line staggered under the fire, reeled, broke,
and rolled back in confusion, like a wave that breaks upon the rockbound shore
and spends its fury in vain.
Then, resuming my search for my own regiment, and
attracted by heavy firing on the left, I started in that direction, and passed
over a part of the woods from which we had just driven the enemy. The ground
was dotted with the blue uniforms of the dead and wounded, while canteens and
haversacks were scattered here and there in great abundance. Having no water in
my plain tin canteen, I picked up a splendid one well covered and full of water
and threw it hastily over my shoulder. Some Yankee had kindly left it for my
accommodation. Soon after coming into possession of this valuable property my
heart was touched by a piteous cry for water. I stopped, and kneeling by the
side of a Federal soldier, who was badly wounded, placed the canteen to his
lips, expressed sympathy for him in his terrible suffering.
Hurrying on, I was soon in another line of battle
hotly engaged with the enemy, who were plainly visible in heavy force through
the open woods. There was no charging, but the two opposing lines were deliberately
standing and pouring into each other a perfect hailstorm of bullets, while men
were dropping like slaughtered beeves on both sides. A gallant officer was
riding along the Confederate lines giving orders and inspiring the men by his
valorous deeds and heroic courage in the face of death. It was Colonel
Richmond, of General Polk's staff. My nerves grew steadier, and advancing to
the front, I found myself all at once fighting in the ranks of the old 154th
Tennessee regiment. There was no time to look for my company, so raising my gun
I took deliberate aim and fired. It was my only shot, for as I was in the act
of loading a ball came crashing through my canteen, and as the water poured out
and soaked through to my skin, I imagined that the blood was gushing from a
mortal wound and, without waiting to see what damage my body had sustained,
started off to the surgeon.
On my arrival at the hospital tent, after an examination by Dr. Woodward, the gratifying discovery was made that my canteen had received a mortal wound, while I had escaped with a slight flesh wound, which, however, would have proved more serious but for the protection afforded by the canteen in breaking the force of the ball. More water than blood was shed, and I am thankful for my escape with my life. My hip is quite sore and as my wound is too painful to admit of my walking, I was placed in a wagon along with other wounded and started off to Corinth yesterday. We are having a rough time. The roads are in a dreadful condition, and the unmerciful jolting of the wagon extorts groans, and at times even shrieks, of pain from the poor fellows who are suffering from severe wounds.
Source:
Diary
of Corporal John Gordon Law, Co. E, 154th Tennessee Infantry, Southern
Historical Society Papers, Vol. 11 (1883), pgs. 460-463
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